(A heartfelt tribute to my dearest Grandpa Hogue)
If Heaven has internet,
I’d send a message,
Just to tell you, Papa,
How much you’re missed—how much you’re loved.
I still feel the warmth of your hug,
Like the crisp winter air when we walked through the snow,
Strolling through the quiet neighborhood,
Laughing, playing, and simply enjoying the moment.
I still hear your voice on that quiet evening,
Sitting by the side yard,
Where I asked about the meaning of life—
A question that had puzzled me for years.
I wish I could remember more of what you said,
But what stays with me is the feeling—
Warmth, understanding, and peace.
And one thing you said remains crystal clear:
“At moments of doubt, seek Him.”
I remember that windy spring day,
The picture outside the church,
Cheeseburgers after service,
Everyone’s laughter carried by the breeze.
And that summer before bidding farewell,
We played in the backyard,
Swinging on the tree net web saucer,
Letting time slip away in the joy of the moment,
Not knowing how much I’d hold onto it now.
You were a soldier, a shepherd to many, a grandpa—
Strong yet gentle, wise yet full of humor.
That June you drove down just to say goodbye,
A quiet gesture that spoke louder than words,
As if to remind me—some goodbyes aren’t forever.
Papa, I was supposed to visit last winter,
But circumstances changed, and I thought I had time.
Now, I am lost for words,
Memories rushing in like waves I can’t hold back.
But if Heaven has internet,
Please know—
You are remembered. You are cherished.
Your love and encouragement still guide me.
And though my heart aches,
I am thankful—
That you are now at peace,
That you are home.
